Calliope’s Blog Post
I know the people who have found their way to this website will swear that it’s all fake. Can’t believe that three serial killers got away with it and are doing something as stupid as posting everything on a blog. But here we are. I can tell you that is exactly what is happening. The news media named two of us, no one had any idea that the third was even happening.
Over the next few days, we will be releasing one post each, in those posts we will detail what happened and when, to the best of our memory. I can’t guarantee that it will be overly accurate—we all have large body counts. But their stories are not mine to tell. This is about me. You can just call me by my username, coincidentally the same name the press gave me.
I won’t excuse my behavior. I am a vicious killer—no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I took my time with my victims; stalking and learning everything that I could about them. But that wasn’t enough, these alphas were considered pillars of the community. Pastors, teachers, and yes, even an FBI agent. They all deserved the fate that they received. See, they told everyone that the murders were random. For the most part my victims were intended to seem random, the only thread connecting them an acquittal for rape. but a small percentage of them I picked off the list Ayden made for me. Those are the ones that I will be talking about today.
I have a type I prefer, like most serial killers. Always an alpha, always arrested but not charged for an offense against an omega. None of them saw it coming. Didn’t expect an omega would take their lives. They were always tied up, their throats torn out with claws. That much is public record. It was one of the few things that the FBI released to the press.
What they never told you was the things that I would do to the ones I hated. The ones that had taken part in my own brutal gang rape. Yes, you read that right. Your precious alpha victims tied me to the bed and took turns raping me. So, I decided that I was going to hunt each of them down. Make sure that they all knew the bone deep terror I felt when tied to the bed.
The FBI has a bad habit of hiding parts of the crime. Keeping things back to make sure the people who confessed didn’t lie. Things like how they found a knotted toy buried deep in each of my special one’s asses. How that toy was wrapped with barbed wire. They never told you about the videos that I left them when I fled the country. Yes, I taped every murder I committed. All of them lived on a server that my alpha ran. I left a flash drive for them on a table before I left the house.
They never told anyone that the house I owned—the house my pack shared for those few short weeks—was owned by a holding company. A holding company that I had started. You all know my name. Know who I am. Not just the name the press gave me, but my real name. Before I fled the United States, I was the richest person in the country. My money decided everything from politics to police procedure. There was one branch of law enforcement that my money couldn’t touch. The FBI. They were hunting me and hunting my beloved alpha. But Ihad a secret weapon inside the bureau. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I suppose I should introduce myself properly, there is enough here that you can probably figure it out for yourselves.
My name is Calliope Allister. I am CEO of Allister Medical Research. I am also single-handedly responsible for more than one hundred murders.
That brings me to the reason we created this website. We believe that there is not enough understanding of serial killers in the wild. There are plenty of theories about how we come about. Ideas of the things that make us kill. People who research us spend time examining our trauma, our pasts, to figure out that moment where the switch flipped. For me there was a cut and dry cause. But that isn’t always the case. We hope to expand everyone’s knowledge of people like us, making it easier to catch the ones that kill without care.
I hope that you return to our site and discover all the fucked-up things we know.
Until next time, lock your doors, keep an eye on your kids, and most importantly—don’t trust anyone.